Many, many moons ago I was selected to represent Scotland Under-18s in goal.

After collecting my first cap and keeping a clean sheet against Northern Ireland, I returned to my club side and carried on as before – or attempted to.

Just before half-time the opposition winger launched a long diagonal ball towards my penalty spot where my strapping centre half was jostling with their striker under its flight path.

I wasn’t the biggest goalie (my mates still reckon my cap was for Scotland’s Subutteo team) so I wisely elected to let them get on with it and stayed on my line.

My split-second calculation was their striker couldn’t get a clean header in and, even if he got to the ball, he certainly wasn’t going to beat me from that range with my six-foot-plus stopper for company.

However as the ball left the winger’s boot one of my helpful midfielder’s yelled ‘KEEPER’S,’ - my big centre half stood still - leaving the striker with a free header right in front of goal!

Fortunately the lad had a head like a 50 pence piece and his effort flew woefully wide.